At the same time, in the built-in room in Qiangui.
The luxurious presidential suite had a bone-chilling temperature, which prompted the sleeping Zhao Mengmeng to subconsciously snuggle toward the source of warmth at her side.
The firm and robust muscles felt irresistible to Zhao Mengmeng.
Even while engrossed in her sleep, she unwittingly launched her claws deep into that stretch of white skin.
It was the feeling of itchiness on his body, coupled with the presence of a cold breath, that made Pei Chenyang open his eyes.
The room was dim.
The dark red curtains were drawn tightly, not even a sliver of sunlight could penetrate, and there were no lights on in the room, so for a moment, his mind was somewhat disoriented.
Holding his eyes open, it took him a while to sense something unusual pressing against his chest, and that's when Pei Chenyang slowly began to realize something was amiss.
Reason slowly made its way back to Pei Chenyang's brain.
